This takes place in the fourth book, when Henry and Vlad are arguing about Joss's return. I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistakes, this is my first fanfic soo yeah. this seems a little long to me so, sorry, but all my chapters will be like this, maybe longer.

"Anything. You act like Joss coming back is no big deal. I know you're still hung up about the whole Meredith..." Vlad shot him a warning glance, but Henry wasn't about to back down. "What? You've been like this all summer, but you did what you had to do, man. Now you act like you don't care if Joss comes back here and sticks another stake through your heart." Henry's eyes shined with frustrated tears. "But I do."

His words hung in the air between them, questions and arguments flying trough Vlad's mind. He stared at his friend across the room, suspicion lurking in his now purple eyes.

"Even if I was to die, why would you care? You could replace me anytime you wanted. I'm just a friend Henry, you have plenty. It's not like I'm your lover or family member!" Vlad starts yelling, standing up with enough force to send his chair flying backwards, hitting the wall behind them. "I bet you wouldn't even notice I was gone!"

Henry's face is a mask of complete horror. "Of course I would notice if you were dead, moron! I would care because you're not just my best friend! I would never just replace you, I don't care for any of those idiots, not like how I care for you. Do you know how it feels to look down at the beautiful boy you love with all your heart, thinking he wouldn't open those gorgeous eyes of his ever again? No, you don't. So, don't say I wouldn't notice you gone… because I would. I would think about you constantly until it becomes too much. I love you Vlad, and not the way I should. I'm not going to go through all that pain again. I won't." Henry stood and glanced at Vlad, tears running down his face. He then turned and walked out the front door, closing it behind him.

As soon as the latch clicked, Vlad raced to his bedroom and threw himself on the bed. 'How did this go from Joss coming back to how much Henry love's me?' Vlad thought to himself. He didn't know what to do, who to talk to. After a good thirty minutes of contemplating about it, he decided to talk to Otis about it all. He focused on his uncle and spoke with his thought, "Otis? I need to talk to you, I could use some advice."

"Just let me finish up with my meeting with Principal Snelgrove and I'll be home shortly, Vladimir." A pause, then Otis's voice once again in his mind. "Is everything all right? Are you hurt?"

The memories of what just happened ran through his mind. Henry's words burned into his mind. Vlad shook his head, willing the memories away. "No, but it can wait until you get home. I'm not physically hurt, just emotionally. Just… hurry, okay?"

Otis grew quiet for a moment, then said "I'll be there shortly."

Vlad laid there, face first, crying because he didn't know what else to do. He loves Henry, more than he could ever imagine. His crush first started just before third grade. He didn't know what overcame him, it just happened. He tried to tell himself it was wrong, he was a guy and so was Henry. But every day that passed, his crush grew bigger and bigger. But, he never told Henry, scared of his response. Henry had many girlfriends, so he never seemed gay before, not even bi. No one thought about questioning Henry's sexuality, but boy did they question Vlad's.

The only time Henry seemed to 'like' Vlad was the summer before eighth grade. Him and Henry were rough housing around in Vlad's bedroom (which Vlad enjoyed very much) when all of a sudden, Henry stopped. He leaned into Vlad, almost like he was going to kiss him, but then turned and bit his neck. Other than that, Henry was as straight as a stick. Or so Vlad thought.

He sat up and wiped his tear stained face with his hoodie sleeve. Vlad decided to go and wait for Otis, so he walked downstairs and into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and watched the door, trying his hardest not to start crying again. After many minutes, the door swung open, and his uncle entered.

Otis immediately met his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Vlad looked down at his hands, avoiding his uncle's worried gaze. "How'd the interview go?"

Otis furrowed his brow with a questioning in his eyes. "It went well. I'll be teaching mythology full time at the high school." He paused for a moment and wet his lips, a nasty habit of his. "Is everything all right?"

"Congrats on the job. A lot of students have missed you since eighth grade – they'll be happy to have you back. Me too." Vlad reached up to wipe away an escaped tear, not wanting Otis to see him cry. "Otis… what do you think of gays?"

Otis closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, tension in the air. He took a seat beside Vlad on the couch. "What are you trying to tell me, Vladimir?"

Vlad didn't know what to say next, how to say what was on his mind. "I love Henry, Otis, and not the way a man is supposed to towards another man. I don't know what to do. He told me earlier that he loved me, but he said it in a fit of rage, so I don't know if it's true or not. He left before I could ask him. He doesn't know how I feel. I don't know how to tell him-…." Vlad's voice gave out in the end as unwanted tears start to stream down his face.

Otis didn't know what else to do, so he took his beloved nephew into his arms and let him cry on his shoulder. He whispered comforting things into Vlad's ear, hoping that might help. After about fifteen minutes, Vlad looked up at Otis.

"W-what's wr-rong with me O-Otis? W-why-y do I have t-to such a failure? M-my best friend p-put me in the h-hospital after t-trying t-to k-k-ill me. I k-killed my parents. I'm s-supposed to e-enslave the h-human race. N-now to t-top it all o-off, I'm in l-love with my b-best friend…. w-why can't I j-just be n-normal?" Vlad whispered as more silent tears glided down his burning cheeks. Otis felt so bad for the little half – vampire boy he has come to love as his own.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly normal, just in your own way. You didn't kill your parents, Vladimir, so don't say that. It was an accident, you turning their alarms off had nothing to do with it. I don't believe that you'll enslave the human race, that's just not who you are. Being gay is not a bad thing, it's something you can't control. I want you to know that I fully support you no matter what you choose to do, ok?" Otis said, sympathy swimming in his hazel – green eyes. Vlad just shook his head and mumbled thanks before rambling on about being tired and needing a shower. He gave Otis one last hug and trudged upstairs and into his room, locking the door behind him.